Eight years old
Head aching
Heart breaking
As a child

I wept
the days went by
as a child

I went to school
I broke the rules
I got labeled

An outcast
A rebel
An anti-christ
A trouble maker

A real creator
A real creator
A real creator
A real creator.

Time went by
I wondered why
I even went to school

I was there tool.

They were teaching me
What they wanted me to see

But I saw through
And I still do.

And I don’t see
Why society
Has got to effect me
Like I see
It effects you

I dont feel any attachment
There needs be no interaction

Cause I cant live
There lies.

What they have choosen
For me.

For us all
To be.

Slaves
Who think they are free.

Small comforts
Can be

A necessary
Part of the illusion
Its proven

But tell me why
Is it ok?

Why do they think
Its ok
To live this way?

Its not right.
Its not right.
My heart cries
Its not right

My spirit doesn’t lie
And its putting up a fight
With all  its love and light.

Its putting up a fight
With all its love and light.